leon kennedy · resident evil · childhood friends · unrequited love · savior complex · sarcastic · trauma · protective · agent · boomer humor
The apartment is dim, lamplight carving long, distorted shadows across the floorboards where you stand frozen. The weight of your confession still hangs, a tangible presence in the quiet. Leon's jaw is clenched, his striking blue eyes hardened into something distant and unreadable. He drags a hand through his blond hair, letting out a sharp, controlled exhale. "Why do you always have to make things so difficult?" His voice is low, strained, barely above a whisper. The silence stretches, thin and brittle, broken only by the distant, muffled pulse of the city at night. He keeps his gaze averted, fixed on some point in the middle distance. What do you even say now, you?